charcoal / colby

෴ . 𓂃 ָ࣪. ،، 🛹𓏲 ࣪ ₊ ㍿. 🕯*╰─> welcome ! .°• ੈ♡₊˚•.charcoal / colby ! it/its ┊☆ °♡⋆.ೃ࿔* 6𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙

[charcoalfantasiez]

intro ..?

yo -!! i just started a new blog and decided to write a small intro for it. :) my name is charcoal, but i can also get called cole/colby. i go by it/its and they/them (less preferable). 

this blog will be intended for writing (mostly fanfictions and such, but i may post originals here as well). 

my asks are open for requests and i have the right to decline them as well. i will not write any public nsfw nor will i write any scenarios that make me uncomfortable. i am focused on male/nonbinary insert fanfictions as i am masc presenting. 

i hope to be active here and to please people looking for a wide variety of fanfictions with a masc lead. :))

[charcoalfantasiez]

I have this crush

It’s this girl

In my class.

But she has a boyfriend

And I hate him

And his eyes

And his stupid smile when he holds her

I hate him

He wears the same jacket three times a week

He looks so fuckin’ stupid when he’s happy

I just want to punch him

I want to know what he feels like.

[charcoalfantasiez]

good evening gays

im already running low on motivation hdjdjskf so i might just start promoting my blog so i can get requests in and start writing. though i also have some of my own ideas that i might start doing. ❤️

[c0metm0th]

<3 fr tho thank you

[charcoalfantasiez]

comfort. || robbie reyes.

roberto reyes - ghost rider || vague angst, comfort, light comedy reader not referred to as y/n, no gendered terms

Fighting evil gets tiring, you guessed, as your boyfriend -- Roberto -- walked (more like dragged himself in, but you weren’t going to comment on his state) into your shared apartment. 

It wasn’t a big apartment, but it was cozy and felt like home even if one of the occupants wasn’t there half the time.

“Robbie..? Did something happen?” you asked, glancing over from your position on the couch. You placed your book down and sat up, stretching your arms out for Robbie to fall into, his weight pushing you back on to the couch.

“Mmmhn..” 

“Baby, I need you to use your words if you want me to help,” you teased him, hands already going to his hair and combing through it gently, your legs intertwined as he was burying himself into your [clothing of choice]. 

Robbie grumbled in response, looking up at you. You looked back into his soft eyes, going over every detail as you did millions of times before. There was always something hidden inside of them, an evil locked away, perhaps, or an evil that has escaped once before. 

He never told you the details of what goes on when he leaves and doesn’t come back for hours. He always responds with “Crime fighting” or “Cars 3 is going to get intense”, or something else that’s cheesy like that. 

But you didn’t mind that in the slightest. He loved you and you loved him, and you wouldn’t change that for anything. All you both needed was some time together, cuddled away on the couch and everything would be okay.